Gareth: Gimme a goodnight kiss an all. I’ll be a bad lad if you don’t.

Joan: But you couldn’t be.

Gareth: My mam always used to,

Andrew: Liar! Yer said yer ain’t seen her for years.

Gareth: Before.

Andrew: I bet she was too busy kissin’ all the other blokes.

Gareth: She never!

Joan: Of course not. You should be ashamed of yourself, Andrew.

Andrew: It’s true. That’s why he went to Brook Farm. Cos his mum couldn’t look after him proper.

Gareth: That ain’t true.

Andrew: Ask Brian Drake. He was there wi’ you. An he told us what you did there an all.

Joan:(To Gareth) Take no notice. You know Andy. All gas.

Gareth: Yeh. He’ a got more gas than the whole North Sea.

Andrew: Watch it Bubbles. Makes yer sick. Carryin’ on like a bleedin’ kid.

Peter: I remember our dad, when he used to come home of an evenin’ , sloshed like a bucket up a mountain. He’d come up the stairs, effin’ an blindin’, an into our room, where he’d pick on me brother Jack, who was nearest the door. He’d sway the bed an ask him if he were asleep. Then Jack’d say yes, an dad’d say good. Then he’d go out. (Kevin laughs) He’ s real hard, our dad. (To Martin) It was him as did this. (He points to the scar on his face)

Joan: That’s enough now. Time for your beauty sleep. (To Martin) And I’m sure you’ll agree. They need all they can get.

Kevin: Look who’s talkin’. (Joan and Martin move to the door)

Martin: Goodnight then.

Joan: Dream of me.

Kevin: Yeh, of killin’ you.

Joan: Charming.

Peter: I can think of better things to do to her.

Joan: Well think hard, because that’s as far as you’ll get. (She switches the light to the dim blue which remains throughout the night. They go out. Pause. David is snivelling)